Joe Breunig, 23 january 2018
The ugliness of unseemly Faith
serves as an undesired deterrent
and stumbling block to the lost;
as our moral strength is spent,
we’re more apt to be watched!
The enemy will pounce as a lion,
wanting to kill and to destroy
our Hope; there’s no use trying
when the challenges to humanity
range from Life to Death. We must
rise up and strive to do good;
real Faith requires us to trust…
in the Holy One, Who sent us.
Therefore, let us live boldly!
Let’s run into the daily battle
and enjoy that we’re made holy!
Author notes
Inspired by:
1 Pet 5:8; Eze 3:20; Gal 1:10; Rom 14:13;
1 Sam 17:48; Heb 10:10-14
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Joe Breunig, 23 january 2018
It is not our responsibility,
to be carrying our sins daily;
Christ took them upon Himself
for our benefit, whereby we can
move beyond… our fallen nature.
Success isn’t based on ability,
but on our reliance upon Yahweh!
Repent from wickedness; cry unto
Him, Who saves; study and apply
His Word with diligence; ask for
divine wisdom; trust Him and gain
unimagined peace; His loving sway
reinforces the subtle and genuine
reality of a relationship with Him.
We have been instructed to choose
Life; a final death sentence awaits
us, if we ignorantly or unwittingly
insist on… carrying our sins.
Author notes
Inspired by:
Gen 6:5, 8:21; John 3:16; Rom 3:25;
Deu 30:19
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Joe Breunig, 23 january 2018
We are being prepared
for another world- one
that we can’t imagine;
the future will scare
some people with fears
unknown; being forced
to trust an unseen God,
to get over the tears
of a lifetime of pain…
seems to exceed human
comprehension. Life can
change us; we will gain
experiences that stretch
us beyond our comfort. He
wants our companionship,
to partner with wretched
souls for His utmost glory.
Now there’s another world,
waiting on our appointed
arrival… to join His story
and bask in His Presence.
We’ll observe wonders that
will amaze us, including…
the pure, eternal essence
of Who, Yahweh is!
Author notes
Inspired by:
1 Cor 1:9; Rom 7:24 and
If we find ourselves with a desire that
nothing in this world can satisfy, the
most probable explanation is that we were
made for another world. ―C.S. Lewis
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Joe Breunig, 23 january 2018
When it comes to our Christianity,
we’re to be like tethered lambs;
ready to die for our Faith, while
displaying grace, love and humility!
Though we’re surrounded by wolves,
our Great Shepherd can keep us safe
in green meadows, under His watchful
eye; it’s usually from ourselves…
that we require the most protection.
Nothing can separate us from Yahweh
and His right hand; therefore, let’s
offer genuine praise for Salvation
and the promises expressed within
His Word, including… Life over sin.
Author notes
Inspired by:
Rom 8:35-39; Psa 63:8
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Joe Breunig, 23 january 2018
The primary failure of…
self-righteousness is that
you become your own god;
besides fouling true Faith,
you’ll never walk in Love,
since you’ll be the center
of a personal firestorm;
you’ll choose to manipulate
others for satisfaction or
gain; as a human tormentor,
you’ll never possess a peace
that’s real or everlasting.
All attributes of character
and humility will dissipate;
unable to discover a release
from Life’s miseries, you’ll
become so isolated, that the
numbness of your spirit will
unwittingly beckon Death’s
realm to be… the solitary fuel
of your own destruction.
Author notes
Inspired by:
Isa 64:6; 2 Tim 4:3-4; Rom 1:28-32 and
Trying to establish a righteousness
of your own, will pollute your walk
with God. -Rabbi K.A. Schneider
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Satish Verma, 23 january 2018
They walked out gagged
before they entered the water
for an irreverent
ceremony.
It was a coal time
to start the fire. A salute
in light was given to those
who were alive.
You can go for a strip-
search of a gaint jelly fish
to find the vertical beams
in its dome.
A painted stork comes
with an empty pouch. There
was a perpetual delay in
understanding the parenthesis.
Satish Verma, 22 january 2018
Counting the digits,
of your hand, you forget,
how many fathers you have.
Was it not very odd that
truth exists in the crying eyes
of a child whose mother
had abruptly disappeared?
It always hurts, when
realization comes. A little
sprig of cowlick, reminds you of
timelessness. You can move-
in any direction. You want to
go. That will need a third eye.
Satish Verma, 21 january 2018
I was trying to communicate
the poverty of words.
We were moving in circles.
Dark figures-
afraid of each other.
What was a shame -
in restraints
of narcissism? You are
not going to take a dip
in opaque waters.
A conceptual withdrawl
from the acrimony of hills.
Night was very cool but
moon will not come down
and grass will not go up.
I will never be generous
in jokes of a monstrous
nose. The stink was awful
but roses were white and
the meaning had no confines.
Satish Verma, 20 january 2018
The freak accident
of a paranormal mystic, begins
a telekinesis in the dark room
to internalize the chopped off
obsession of sex.
You will be needed as a
fugitive now, in the
muddle of passions. There was
a complete lull before the storm.
A pindrop silence.
An anxiety starts, of-
becoming nothing, in the comfort
zone. The roots look up
at the lunar month, to bail out
the loner, convicted of sedition.
Satish Verma, 19 january 2018
The freak accident
of a paranormal mystic, begins
a telekinesis in the dark room
to internalize the chopped off
obsession of sex.
You will be needed as a
fugitive now, in the
muddle of passions. There was
a complete lull before the storm.
A pindrop silence.
An anxiety starts, of-
becoming nothing, in the comfort
zone. The roots look up
at the lunar month, to bail out
the loner, convicted of sedition.
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